| When I spend a week at home I just sit around and moan
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| It’s a cobweb that we call suburban load
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| Then I know it’s time to leave, I got freedom up my sleeve
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| And my mates are out there on the long black road
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| When the pressures of the town start to grind you down
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| And you feel your very soul set to explode
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| And the troubles and the strife that surrounds you in this life
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| You leave behind out on the long black road
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| You can have your city mansions swimming pools and gardens big
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| Australia is my playground and my mansion this old rig
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| It’s the kind of life we choose and become addicted to
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| Yeah lovin' livin' drivin' this old rig
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| Fiddle/ Pedal Steel Solo
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| One week we’re in the north, and another way down south
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| From east to west they need an urgent load
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| Then you’re rollin' once again cross the big old Nullarbor plain
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| It’s a lifetime rollin' down the long black road
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| When the dust is flyin' high out beneath the southern sky
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| It’s the best darn way of life you come across
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| And your home from home’s just fine this old black rig of mine
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| The rig they call the flyin' southern cross
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| Yeah you can have your city mansions swimming pools and gardens big
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| Australia is my playground and my mansion this old rig
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| It’s the kind of life we choose and become addicted to, hey
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| Yeah lovin' livin' drivin' this old rig
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| One week we’re in the north, and another way down south
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| From east to west they need an urgent load
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| Then you’re rollin' once again cross the big old Nullarbor plain
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| It’s a lifetime rollin' down the long black road
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| It’s a lifetime rollin' down the long black road
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| Hey a lifetime rollin' down the long black road |